The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

The blade did not touch Chang'an; he fell on his own, like a sleeping child.

But just before his head hit the ground, he suddenly woke up, his long sword twirling lightly in his hand.

With a crisp, sharp sound, the heavy black knife was flung out of his hand.

Jiang Xiaotao immediately stomped her foot in anger: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It was just a little short again!"

Chang'an's eyes were glazed over, and he didn't pursue the enemy. He just stood there quietly, looking like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But Xiaotao knew very well that she was going to lose.

The Divine Sword of the Underworld: The Sword Technique.

The swordsman focuses his intent on the sword, driven by the sword's intent, returning to the sword's origin, so that every move can attack the enemy's vitals.

This is the nemesis of the Black Knife, and also Xiao Tao's nightmare.

But she remained unchanged, leaping forward and grabbing the black knife in her hand once more.

Even though she had failed countless times, she still felt she had a chance to win.

She slashed wildly, and for a moment, a strong wind arose, making the heavy sword, weighing a thousand pounds, seem like a toy in her hands.

Unfortunately, every strike and every bit of power that Xiao Tao unleashed was bounced back exactly as it was from Chang'an's casual yet exquisite swordsmanship.

In a fit of rage, she extended her mud-covered arm, which was holding the knife, to several feet in length, wrapping it around Chang'an's body. She then retreated several feet away and began to slash at Chang'an with various tricky angles and speeds.

With each strike, the immense, powerful force would rebound, causing mud to splatter everywhere.

With his dazed look, Chang'an resembled a cold-blooded killing machine.

With several more slashes, the mud arm was severed in two, and the black blade fell to the ground, disappearing into the mud.

The weapon is lost; has Xiaotao given up?

Unexpectedly, her anger had already reached its peak. She bent her legs, curled up her body, and transformed into a ball of mud, rolling towards Chang'an with the force of thunder and the speed of lightning.

Chang Jing stood still, motionless, until just as the mud ball was about to hit her, a silvery-white sword flower bloomed.

In the flash of the sword, the mud ball turned into a sky full of muddy water, all of it scattering.

Jiang Xiaotao was everywhere.

Chang'an remained standing still, without a single drop of mud on its body.

He slowly woke up from his daze, stepping through the flowing mud and water, and immediately saw the dumbfounded Granny Gongsun.

Chang'an waved his hand, saying painfully, "Wait...wait a bit before we fight, let me rest for a while..."

Clearly, the sword technique had placed a tremendous burden on his body.

But Granny Gongsun clearly didn't care about any of that, and asked in astonishment:

"You...this junior sister, is a demon?!"

Seeing that Gongsun Da Niang's injuries had relapsed and her hostility had subsided, Chang'an smiled and said:

"Yeah, she's the slime monster, and I'm the hard slime guy."

"But...but you just killed her like that?" Gongsun Da Niang seemed not to realize that this was a joke.

Chang'an pointed to the flowing mud on the ground and said with a wry smile, "I wish I could, but unfortunately, ordinary swords and knives can only tickle her itch and at most keep her quiet for a while."

Gongsun Da Niang slowly recovered from her shock and said, "So, you're a demon too?"

Chang'an laughed and said, "Yes, this old demon of mine is here to catch you, the murderer."

Gongsun Da Niang's expression suddenly turned serious: "Even you think I'm the murderer?"

Chang'an sighed, "After all, I only found one beautiful woman in red who appeared at the crime scene in the middle of the night and was very skilled."

Gongsun Da Niang said in a serious tone, "I came here to wait for someone like that, to clear my name."

"really?"

"It's true, you're not a demon, and she's not the murderer."

A cold, stern voice came from the darkness. Chang'an looked around, but all he could see was pitch black.

The sound didn't seem to come from one direction, but from all directions.

Chang'an couldn't help but laugh and exclaimed, "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I am the murderer, and I am also the demon." The voice was childish, but the tone became increasingly arrogant.

Only then did Chang'an realize that the one speaking was actually the shadow beneath his feet!

Chang'an felt a chill run down his spine. "Could it be him?!"

He said with a smile, "Little one, when did you become a beauty in red?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sword suddenly thrust out from the shadow beneath his feet.

Chang'an hurriedly dodged to the side, but his arm was still slashed by the Shadow Sword.

The shadow slowly rose and engaged him in fierce combat, using the same swordsmanship as Chang'an.

"This is... the Underworld Flower Divine Sword! How is this possible!?"

Chang'an was so shocked that he lost his composure and his swordsmanship became chaotic.

Gongsun Da Niang had no time to be surprised, because she was also struggling with her own shadow.

At this moment, Chang'an was exhausted, and Gongsun Da Niang was also injured, but their shadows would never have such problems.

They seem to have no chance of winning.

Until Gongsun Da Niang let out a cold laugh, suddenly, her sword danced gracefully, the sword's edge piercing the air, and the shadowy figure in front of her instantly vanished.

"How did you do that?!" Chang'an asked hurriedly while dodging.

"Just use your weakest move to hit him," Gongsun Da Niang said with a smile.

"Ah! Wouldn't that be tantamount to suicide?" He was being stubborn, but his body betrayed him and did just that.

To his surprise, the shadow did the same...

Chang'an seized the opportunity, piercing the shadow's throat with his sword, and then slashed diagonally, cutting the shadow into a cloud of black smoke.

"Ha, so it had been imitating my moves all along," Chang'an said with lingering fear.

Gongsun Da Niang laughed and said, "If my arm hadn't been injured and I hadn't been unable to use my killing move immediately, I really wouldn't have discovered this secret."

Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems he had anticipated that I would be so eager to win that I almost shot myself in the foot."

"You're really smart. This is your reward!" The same voice, still so sinister and eerie.

This time, another giant shadow emerged from the shadows of the house—a giant as tall as the eaves and as large as a carriage.

The giant shadow, wielding two swords, slashed down at Chang'an and Gongsun Da Niang without warning.

In the past, Chang'an would have already cut off the giant's arm.

But now, exhausted from the exertion, his legs felt like they were made of lead. Just barely dodging the blade was a huge effort, let alone cutting anything off the big guy.

With a sweeping motion, Chang'an leaped into the air with all his might, about to slash with his sword, when he saw a graceful figure dancing beside him, the sword light carrying her instantly enveloping the giant shadow.

In an instant, sword energy crisscrossed, and the giant shadow was cut into seven pieces, turning into a cloud of black mist and vanishing into nothingness.

Grandma Gongsun!

After landing, Gongsun Da Niang clutched her injured arm, her expression pained.

Chang'an now absolutely believes her.

Unfortunately, this trust came too late, as a cluster of shadows emerged from the shadows of the house.

It was a group of shadow soldiers, armed with long spears, clad in silver armor, and with imposing faces, exuding a chilling murderous aura under the moonlight.

"It seems they intend to wear us down to death..." Gongsun Da Niang frowned.

Chang'an shouted at the group of shadows, "Good lad, it's been three years since we last met, and you won't even show your face?"

"Young Master Chang'an really knows quite a few extraordinary and powerful people," Gongsun Da Niang exclaimed in surprise.

Chang'an gave a bitter smile: "I wish I had never met him..."

"Was he coming for you?" Gongsun Da Niang asked again.

Before Chang'an could answer, Ananda's chilling voice came from the shadows again:

"I told you, I'm the murderer. I specifically killed Du Xian's family and this brat."

Chang'an thought to himself, "If the person was indeed killed by Ananda, then the fact that the Guo family was wiped out without a trace can be explained."

"But what about that woman in red? Is she really Gongsun Da Niang? And why did she appear at the Guo residence last night?"

As he was pondering this, suddenly, candlelight was lit in the room, casting Du Xian's shadow on the wall.

Du Xian held the lamp, seemingly trying to see what was happening outside and whether the murderer had been captured.

"Oh no!" Chang'an exclaimed inwardly and hurriedly rushed into the house.

However, dozens of guards rushed forward at once.

Then Ananda let out a cold laugh, and followed Du Xian's shadow into the house.